Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1569 - 541: Darien Yueling

The break of dawn arrived the following morning.

As Rein rose from his bed, he spotted Olena who had shown up at the mansion ahead of schedule.

"Lord Rein, you’ve been named the Imperial Guardian!" Without waiting for Rein to ask, Olena dashed forward in eager bounds, her excitement bubbling over.

"I figured your bloodline might cause some issues..." She trailed off mid-sentence, aware it was unwise to proceed, and promptly clamped her lips shut.

Having learned of the development from Menia beforehand, Rein stayed composed as ever.

With a simple grin, Rein replied, "The announcement spread quicker than I anticipated."

"You were aware?" Olena's thrill remained high in her voice.

"Only moments before you, Olena. Would you like to share breakfast with me?"

"Thanks, Lord Rein, but I’ve had mine. Incidentally, are you familiar with the perks of an Imperial Guardian?" A smile lit up Olena's face as she asked.

"Hmm... I haven’t delved into the specifics," Rein admitted, munching on his morning meal.

"They’ll grant you an Inner Ring Mansion, plus bestow the rank of Duke... Naturally, such comforts and honors probably mean little to you, Lord Rein."

"The following two benefits could catch your attention."

"First off, you’re allowed to pursue a direct pact with a Giant Dragon, but you’ll need to submit a request upfront and expect a reply in three days."

"Oh? Didn’t we have to hold out until September?" Rein arched a brow, appearing caught off guard.

"No need for that, Lord Rein."

"Then kindly arrange it for me."

"Of course, Lord Rein."

"On top of that, you gain the right to pick one treasure from the Empire’s vault as your prize, like a witchcraft, potion, or witch artifact that appeals to you."

"Oh? That sounds promising. May I head there immediately?" Rein set aside his utensils, dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, and inquired.

Rein felt keen curiosity about whether the Empire stocked any potent potions to boost spiritual power.

In theory, something like the Ancient Dragon Soul Potion ought to be present in the Empire’s stores, and likely in multiples.

Securing one would advance his Fifth Layer of the Advanced Meditation Method noticeably.

Plus, any other rare elixirs would give him a solid target for future pursuits.

"Right this instant? Hold on, I’ll submit the request for you at once."

"Take your time," Rein responded, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Moments later, Olena hurried back and announced, "Lord Rein, I’ve secured the slot; we’re set to visit the Empire’s treasury."

"Appreciate it, Olena."

"Serving you is my privilege." Olena tossed her hair lightly, offered a small bow, and replied.

No sooner had they settled into the carriage than Rein’s face shifted subtly, detecting a signal from the Communication Rune Stone he’d handed to Hamadi.

After a quick deliberation, Rein chose to respond without delay.

"Olena, I must excuse myself briefly."

"Hmm?"

Before Olena could utter a word, Rein blinked out of sight within the carriage.

The sudden disappearance stunned Olena, leaving her staring wide-eyed with her mouth agape in the vehicle.

Despite her involvement in numerous Imperial Swordsmen missions and her seasoned background, seeing Rein disappear right in front of her rendered her utterly dumbfounded.

"This..."

"Incredible, does this mean Lord Rein commands the ancient space witchcraft?" Olena whispered to herself after recovering.

...

In that instant, Rein employed ’Shadow Shifting’ to materialize abruptly in the study of Second Prince Everton’s residence.

He scanned the area swiftly, then broke into a grin.

Through his Dawn Peak senses, he promptly located the concealed entrance behind the bookshelf.

Bypassing any effort to decipher the device, Rein activated ’Shadow Shifting’ once more to slip into the hidden room featuring a teleportation witch array.

"There it is, just as expected."

Rein gazed at the floor’s teleportation witch array, its faint glow pulsing, and let a smile form.

For typical Wizards, this teleportation witch array posed an impassable barrier to the Secret Realm, leaving them helpless to proceed.

Access demanded knowledge of the entry Spell for the Secret Realm to activate the array.

Truthfully, labeling it a Spell was misleading; it functioned more as an activator. At its core lay a precise frequency pattern, akin to a key. Just as locks demand a distinctly shaped key to unlock, so did this.

"Now, I’ll breach this Small Secret Realm by force; fingers crossed its defenses hold strong," Rein muttered softly.

The instant after, he vanished anew, thrusting himself through a certain filmy barrier within an enigmatic multidimensional realm.

At the same time.

Everton, who had barely stepped into the Imperial Palace, sensed a tremor from his Waist Bag that twisted his features in alarm: "Trouble—someone’s breaching the Secret Realm!"

He spun on his heel and raced back to the carriage, barking, "Return to the mansion at once!"

"Hmm?" Buchanan, traveling with him, appeared puzzled, given the importance of the gathering with key Royal Family elders that the Second Prince had arranged.

Yet, catching the panic etched on his highness’s countenance, he grasped the emergency and affirmed, "Right away, your highness..."

...

Rein found himself in a vast, shadowy stone chamber, where enormous tube-like vessels lined the hallway’s sides. Inside them drifted various odd limbs and organs. Nearby, groups of peculiar Dragon-men conducted patrols.